UPDATE #37/1.2x|


There was the lady who released doves into the air in response to the liberating verdict, while the man beside her shouted "Praise be!" to the skies. And the lady who cooked raccoons over a log fire to pass around to her hungry comrades.

The fan who, as every "not guilty verdict was announced, sawed off one of his own toes to express his gratitude - sadly, but also joyously, running out of toes before the verdicts had ended.

The family from Arkansas who reenacted crucial moments from Jacksons life - the Motown 25 show, the baby-dangling incident, the Martin Bashir interview, the morphy video for "Black and White".

The SCID-suffering boy in the bubble whose mother was convinced that some tooth enamel from his hero would cure him of his strange, sad condition.

The South Dakotan death cult who all sported white gloves and reinterpreted "Man in the Mirror" in the style of Nine Inch Nails.

The Catholic priest who added a fifth gospel to the New Testament- "The Gospel According to Michael" - featuring Jesus continually explaining to his disciples that he is "bad, but bad meaning good."

When ever Michael Jackson fans gather in one placce to give thanks and praise, you can guarantee some serious End of Days shit will be going down. Some appeared almost ecstatic that their idol was up for child molestation again. It's nice to have a reason to get dressed up, isn't it?

"Hi, sweetie, they're trying to kill Michael again by saying he's into kiddie-fiddling, showing them porn, and getting them drunk and all that kind of crap!" "Tell work I'm not coming in - it's the End of Days!"

As far as I'm concerned, the greasy homo-shithouse died years ago, it was just Botox walking about. Wanna bet?











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